Daily Poem: Friends ~ William Stafford

October 17, 2017 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | No Comments

~ William Stafford

How far friends are! They forget you,
most days. They have to, I know; but still,
it’s lonely just being far and a friend.
I put my hand out—this chair, this table—
So near: touch, that’s how to live.
Call up a friend? All right, but the phone
itself is what loves you, warm on your ear,
on your hand. Or, you lift a pen
to write—it’s not that far person
but this familiar pen that comforts.
Near things: Friend, here’s my hand.

Fountain Pen with letter from Pixabay

Image Credit: Pixabay


Daily Poem: And With March a Decade in Bolinas ~ Joanne Kyger

October 16, 2017 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | No Comments

And With March a Decade in Bolinas
~ Joanne Kyger

Just sitting around smoking, drinking, and telling stories,
the news, making plans, analyzing, approaching the cessation
of personality, the single personality understands its demise.
Experience of the simultaneity of all human beings on this planet,
alive when you are alive. This seemingly inexhaustible
sophistication of awareness becomes relentless and horrible,
trapped. How am I ever going to learn enough to get out.

The beautiful soft and lingering props of the Pacific here.

The back door bangs
So we’ve made a place to live
here in the greened out 70s
Trying to talk in the Tremulous
morality of the present
Great Breath, I give you, Great Breath!

Bolinas Lagoon - Image By Bolinas Surf Lessons

Bolinas Lagoon – Image By Bolinas Surf Lessons


Daily Poem: Winter: Tonight: Sunset ~ David Budbill

October 11, 2017 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | No Comments

Winter: Tonight: Sunset
~ David Budbill

Tonight at sunset walking on the snowy road,
my shoes crunching on the frozen gravel, first

through the woods, then out into the open fields
past a couple of trailers and some pickup trucks, I stop

and look at the sky. Suddenly: orange, red, pink, blue,
green, purple, yellow, gray, all at once and everywhere.

I pause in this moment at the beginning of my old age
and I say a prayer of gratitude for getting to this evening

a prayer for being here, today, now, alive
in this life, in this evening, under this sky.

Winter Sunset by Melanie Mc Murray

Winter Sunset by Melanie Mc Murray


Daily Poem: The Lovers ~ Timothy Liu

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The Lovers
~ Timothy Liu

I was always afraid
of the next card

the psychic would turn
over for us—

Forgive me
for not knowing
how we were

every card in the deck.

The Aquarian Tarot, David Palladini

The Aquarian Tarot, David Palladini, copyright US Games Systems


And Then There’s Farbauti: Thoughts on Loki’s Father

October 10, 2017 | Filed Under History, Things I Think About | No Comments

The subject of Farbauti came up on Tumblr in this post, and, well, I Have Thoughts.

Pull up a chair, choose a beverage, and let’s chat about Farbauti.

We know very little about him from the myths, as the few mentions are both fragmentary and filtered through the lens of the Christian scholars who wrote everything down after a gap of some centuries.

He is called “Cruel Striker”, which some take as an indication that he is associated with lightning. Why lightning? Lightning creates fire, which burns and destroys, but new life comes after the fire. With Loki’s mother Laufey, “The Leafy One”, we have lightning striking a leafy tree and creating wildfire, which destroys and begins a new cycle of life. That works pretty well, both on the material plane and as material for a myth. She is also sometime referred to as “Njal”, thought to be pine needles, which are equally combustible and would give the same result.

The myths say nothing about the relationship between Laufey and Farbauti, and do not explain why Farbauti was not involved in Loki’s childhood. Maybe it was Laufey’s decision, maybe it was Farbauti’s decision, maybe it was circumstance. Some people read the lighting strike by which Farbauti impregnated Laufey as sexual assault, in which case it’s understandable why Laufey wants nothing to do with him, and does not him near her son.

There’s also speculation that Laufey was not Jotun, but Asynja, which makes the pairing (whether mutually chosen or not) even more unusual. There are plenty of tales of Aesir and Vanir males pairing with Jotun females, but a conspicuous absence of instances of Jotun males pairing with non-Jotun females. This would underscore Loki’s otherness even more thoroughly; the discomfort others feel about him is not just that he is half-Jotun, it’s that he is half-Jotun in the wrong way. UPG abounds on this, and you may have some of your own.

Loki is known by a matronymic, unusually for a male of the Viking age. Why? Well, you’ll have to ask him. Perhaps to honor his mother, or to renounce his father, or some of both. If he is half-Jotun “the wrong way” and/or the child of a rape, he’s definitely going to distance himself from that. Who would want to carry the name of the person who assaulted their mother in such a horrible way?

For the Aesir, it’s probably actually worse if Laufey willingly entered into the relationship with Farbauti. While boys may be boys, and girls are permitted some freedoms, the men’s privileges are much more wide-ranging. That may be something that was different in the original myths, prior to the Christian filters being applied. (See also the slut-shaming of Freyja and the desexualization of Frigg. But that’s another post.) Until we get a time machine, however, we just don’t know, but we can make some educated guesses based on the social mores of the time. Women were permitted some sexual freedom in the Viking era, but of course the Christians couldn’t condone that sort of behavior, so we need to be aware of that bias as we consider the relationship between Loki’s parents as presented in the myths.

So, with not much to go on from the historical sources, and wildly varying UPG, Farbauti may seem like someone you don’t want to bother with, and so can easily dismiss.

However, as the Cruel Striker, Farbauti is also the unexpected and uncontrollable event which shatters our life and knocks us off our feet—the layoff from the job, the expensive and possibly incurable health problem, the natural disaster which destroys our home and injures or kills our loved ones. These things suck. They totally suck. That whole, “You are now free from what held you back! Grow! Re-create yourself and reinvent your life!” is some serious upside thinking that pisses me right off. It’s difficult to feel the elation of freedom when you’re also wondering how you are going to pay your medical bills, or where you are going to live because your house burned down, and are mourning the loss of your family.

These things are part of life. They are a sucky part of life, but they are part of life. You can’t control the event; you can only control how you respond to the event. Being angry, getting depressed, and acting out are not unreasonable responses to negative events. But you also need to deal with the situation, make decisions (never the easiest thing to do in times of extreme stress), and take action (which can be hard, either due to depression or overwhelm). But you have to deal with it, somehow, some way. And how you do that is up to you, and not for anyone else to judge (although people may try, and it’s perfectly reasonable to tell them to offer real assistance instead of useless advice, or else STFU).

He is there, every day, lurking around the corner in the car that’s going to collide with yours. He’s in the business plan at corporate headquarters to reduce costs by reducing staff, and your name is on that list. He’s the lightning that strikes the tree and burns the forest, or the tectonic plate that’s about to shift, and destroys your house. He’s in the cells of your body, that first rogue malignant cell that starts the tumor growing.

You don’t have to like Farbauti, but you do have to accept the reality of Farbauti.

Just like the reality of Fenris (we all have parts of ourselves we’d rather ignore than acknowledge), the reality of Hel (that we are going to die), and the reality of Skadi (life is not always fair), the reality of Farbauti—that some things will happen that are beyond our control—is also part of life.

Set your wards, watch your health, lock your doors, manage your money wisely, so that when Farbauti does come calling, you are as prepared as possible. You won’t be able to refuse it, ignore it, or change it, but you can do your best to be ready, and to meet the situation with strength and grace.


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